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"Don't you talk down to me."

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

Yep. Definitely the colonel.

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

Chub exerted himself to make a sneer. "You muss be some kind a nigger-lover."

"Well, it's tempting."

Another agitated voice. Sounded like Bode Gazzer. "For God's sake, Chub, shut up! She's only trying to save your life, you stupid fuck!"

Craning his head, Chub saw it was attached to a striped, sand-caked body that could not possibly be his. The cock, for example, was puckered to the size of a raspberry; definitely not a millionaire's cock.

"What're you gone do to me, if I might ast?"

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

"Just a beginner," the white man said.

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"Well, I thought I'd buy me a Cadillac or two," JoLayne said, "and a giant-screen color TV."

The last thing Chub heard before blacking out was Bodean Gazzer bellowing: "Hey, I changed my mind! You kin let him die! Go 'head and let the asshole die!"

"Jesus Willy Christ!"

"You gone kill me, girl?" Chub asked.

"You ain't no doctor," Chub said to her.

"Whatcha gone do with all that lottery money, nigger?"

"-and you're about the dumbest, smelliest critter I ever saw," the woman said matter-of-factly.

The white guy's face appeared over the woman's shoulder. He whistled and said, "Hey, sport, what happened to your eye?"

"What're you gone do to me, if I might ast?"

JoLayne Lucks couldn't do it.

"Why can't you jes answer me straight."

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